Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.